Bad Places

With over 400 pots made and no table left unpiled, I have turned to some unlikely places to dry the last pots. The sun is breaking through the clouds for now so I hurried these guys outside for a little sunning. Revealing this embarrassing situation, to you, my reader, shows that I have nothing to hide! Or should I say, no shame?

Which one is your favorite? Maybe I should build a couple of saw horses? But who has time when I should be glazing!?